A NOTE

ANYONE RESEARCHING THE LITERATURE ON DEATH AND DYING CONFRONTS A PRODIGIOUS ARRAY OF BOOKS AND ARTICLES ON THESE INESCAPABLE HUMAN EXPERIENCES
BUT WHERE AM I NOW
DO YOU STUDY LIFE
ARE YOU LIVING A LIFE
CAN YOU LOVE
CAN YOU MAKE A CUP OF TEA
IS THIS YOUR MORNING
WHAT IS THIS
IN THE PAST DECADE THEIR NUMBER HAS BALLOONED TO INCLUDE CONTROVERSIAL SUICIDE MANUALS 
ACOUNTS OF NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCES AND ARTICLES ON HOW TO EXECUTE A LIVING WILL
BUT HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW
THIS VAST LITERARY OUTPUT OBVIOUSLY FEEDS A DEEP HUMAN NEED : THE NEED FOR ANSWERS TO THE PERENNIAL QUESTIONS 
- WHERE DID I COME FROM WHEN I WAS BORN AND WHERE WILL I GO WHEN I DIE ?
WHAT MEANING HAS MY LIFE AND MY DEATH ?
I HEAR YOUR STEPS
IT'S NOT YOU
I SIT HERE WRITING
I LISTEN TO EVERYTHING
WHAT IS MY LIFE
THE ART OF LISTENING
LIVING A LIFE
LIFE IS NOW
TO BE HUMAN IS TO ASK THESE QUESTIONS 
THEY REFLECT OUR GREATEST DOUBTS AND OUR DEEPEST ALIENATION FROM SELF 
WITHOUT ANSWERS THAT SATISFY
THERE REMAINS IN THE HEART A GNAWING ANGST THAT SOURS THE SWEETEST OF LIFE'S EXPERIENCES 
I NEED A GLASS OF FRESH WATER
FOR WITH THE MASS OF HUMANITY IT IS STILL AN ARTICLE OF FAITH THAT DEATH IS THE GREATEST OF HUMAN MISFORTUNES AND THAT DYING IS THE FINAL AND AGONIZING STRUGGLE AGAINST EXTINCTION
CAN I SEE CLEARLY 
AT THE SAME TIME THE INCOMPREHENSIBILITY OF DEATH
AND ITS PRESUMED FINALITY 
HAS AWED AND TERRIFIED MEN AND WOMEN SINCE THE DAWN OF CONSCIOUSNESS 
I ASK WHY
WHAT IS HAPPENING IN YOUR MIND
WHAT IS HAPPENING IN YOUR BODY
CAN'T YOU SEE
CAN YOU HEAR YOUR OWN VOICE
I GO MY WAY
WHERE DO YOU GO
THERE IS NO PLACE TO GO
I LIVE HERE
THIS IS MY LIFE
ME AND MY LIFE WE ARE ONE
COLD WIND IN THE NIGHT
I DON'T HAVE WORDS
I AM LOOKING AT YOU
I AM WALKING IN MY ROOM
I OPEN MY HEART
MY HEART IS IN FIRE
WHO AM I
WHY I WRITE ALL THIS
DO I FIND NEW WORD
CAN I UNDERSTAND MYSELF
THERE IS NOTHING TO BE UNDERSTOOD
I AM LIVING MY LIFE
WHAT IS WRITING
CAN YOU WRITE
IS POETRY DEAD IN YOUR LIFE
IS THERE BEAUTIFUL WORDS IN YOUR HEART
DO YOU USE THE RIGHT WORDS
DO YOU WANT A CUP OF COFFEE
DO YOU FIND JOY
WILL JOY FIND YOU 
IS THERE NO END TO WRITING
HOW CAN I LIVE
DO I HAVE ENOUGH OF RICE
IS MY ROOM WARM TONIGHT 
IS THERE ANY HOPE LEFT
IT THERE JOY
WHERE IS LOVE
WHAT IS LIVING ART
DO YOU BELIEVE IN FINE ARTS
WHY DO YOU ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS
DON'T YOU NOW HOW TO LIVE
DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH SPACE TO LIVE A LIFE
WHAT IS LIFE
CAN YOU FIND A MEANING FOR ALL THIS
DO YOU WANT TO WRITE MORE
IS THIS ENOUGH NOW
HOW THIRSTY AM I
CAN I NOW DRINK A GLASS OF WATER
CAN'T I SLEEP
CAN I GO TO BED
CAN YOU SEE THE STARS FROM YOUR OPEN WINDOW
I CAN SEE MORE LIGHT SNOW
MY MIND IS LIGHT AND FREE
I TURN MY HEAD
MY NAME IS KIMMO FRAMELIUS
A MAN WITHOUT A NAME
WHO IS HE
DO YOU EAT NAMES FOR DINNER
DO YOU LOVE WHITE CLOUDS
WHAT IS THE ART OF UNDERSTANDING
WHAT IS THE ART OF WRITING
IS YOUR BUTT FULL OF WORDS NOW
DO YOU WANT TO FLY TO AUSTRALIA
DO YOU WANT TO LEARN TO SWIM IN THE SNOW
ALWAYS I CAN SMILE